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Long ago, we looked upon a foreboding sky...

The memory of the star that threatened all burns eternal in our hearts...

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The drive was boring, if not tiresome. The only source of entertainment it brought the young man was the music that played on the radio. The car had pulled up to the gas station, as the tank was running low. The young man gave a sigh as he pulled the car door away from him, and closing it behind him. He was a svelte young man, 20 years old most likely, standing at 5'9" ft with spiky black hair and blue eyes. He wore a black jacket with skull-motif buttons and sequenced details on the pockets. He kept it unzipped and the tag on the zipper also had a small skull. Underneath, he wore a steel gray shirt with skull prints. The young man wore black cropped trousers and black buckled boots with red soles. He also wore a black motorcycle glove on his left hand.

The young man sighed as he scratched the back of his head, making his way to the general store. The doors were open, as if inviting anyone to enter. However, when he set foot inside, the scenery changed. Rather than the interior of a local general store, he stood inside a bedroom...a luxurious one at that.

The walls were marble and lined with golden decorations. On the far end of the room in front of him were two single beds with curtains hung above them. Above each bed was a single painting. The image on the left was a depiction of a middle aged king, armored for battle. The image on the right was one of two children, a raven haired boy dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt and shots and a girl with short blonde hair garbed in a white dress. They were playing with two dogs, one with black fur, the other white.

He walked across the room and paid attention to the view outside the ornately paned windows to his right. As he approached the glass, he took note of the mannequin clad in a beautiful wedding dress in the corner of the room. Before his eyes, he saw daylight peer above a sea of stormy clouds.

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In its wake came an age of silence...

Yet with each fond remembrance, we knew, that those encountered would not be forgotten.

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Then, just as quickly as he had seen that did he found himself back out on the streets...only the world above was not as smooth as the Regalia driving along the road. Above, the storm raged and burned, thunder and flames cackling alongside the gigantic metal carriers. Down below and away from the roads, away from the young man, giant plumes of flames danced upwards, ripping asunder the earth and leaving behind giant scorches of earth. He seemingly ignored the fact that the carriers were also shooting at him, the Regalia evading them with ease. When he passed, for a moment, he thought he saw a phantom figure standing by the road.

His attention turned to something odd. Amidst the destruction behind him, a small white dog sat next to an old, dead tree. The young man's eyes widened, recognizing the dog, though as a result of his actions, he had turned his eyes away from the road. When they returned, he found himself being pelted by blasts. He tried to swirl out of the way, to stop the car and get out quickly, but one blast struck the tires. As a result, the car was sent tumbling, rolling through the streets and sending him flying into the air.

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"N-Noctis!"

For a moment, the world shimmered. In that moment, the world turned to hell. Flames burned everywhere, scorching the earth and leaving naught but ash. Amid this destruction, a woman was fruitlessly defending herself against a figure cloaked in darkness, his sword clashing with her trident.

The strength behind the figure's blows forced her to the ground on her back. She had to roll out of the way to avoid the blade from cleaving her face in two. She got back up and deflected another strike. But a swift punch to the face knocked her back down.

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The young man slowly climbed up back to his feet. His clothing was torn and slightly singed from the crash. But he was still okay. He looked up and saw the dog, only for it to walk away from him and into the ominous distance.

He shook his head, trying to shake off what happened earlier, and chase after the dog. As he did, the world around him changed again. He was inside a desert, a city not too far away from him. An upturned gondola sat in the sand, which the small dog entered. The inside of the gondola was...far bigger that what it should have been. In fact, the interior was the inside of a train car, packed with soldiers. The emblem and the design of the armor made it easy for the young man to recognize them, but he was more concerned about the dog. He heard the sound of doors shutting softly behind him before the car began to sway, a sign the train was moving.

He turned his attention to the dog, which sat near the end of the car. He quickly made his way over, unaware that his reflection was showing a young woman with blonde hair tied back into a ponytail, wearing a beautiful white dress. As the train slowed, a sign it was nearing arrival, he turned his head, though the reflection was gone, revealing only his face, and the dog outside the train, waiting for him at the steps. As soon as the car doors slid open, he ran forward, pushing the soldiers in front of him away. However, as he did, the world changed again. Now he stood on some kind of docks, as the ocean sat below him and ships were lined up.

He rushed to chase after the dog, shoving more soldiers out of his way. But as he ran past them, many of them drew their rifles and aimed at him. He ran up to the railing and vaulted over it, landing on a set of stairs. He rushed down with the armor-clad men on his tail. He turned a corner to rush down another flight, but even more soldiers blocked his path. He shoved them out of the way, but more closed in. From a flash of blue light, daggers appeared in his hand as he fended off his interceptors.

He saw the dog further ahead, running away from the chaos. The young man gritted his teeth, and let the daggers disappear. Another flash of light, and a new weapon was in his hands; a giant broadsword. With a swung, the soldiers were cut down and blown away from him. Acting quickly before he was intercepted again, he threw the giant blade as if it weighed nothing. It stabbed into the floorboards away from him and in front of the steel doors that were quickly closing. A burst of light, and then he was where his sword was, rolling forward and into the small space the dog was in. He quickly got to his feet, and slammed his hand on one of the buttons, closing the doors. However, he was forced kneel down as bullets began to pierce into the door.

He took a moment to breathe as the bullets pelted the wall around him. He then looked down to look at the dog, whose soft eyes quickly glowed like fire.

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Sword clashed against Trident once more as the woman tried to fend off her attacker. She quickly raised a hand was a translucent barrier forced around her. The figure swung his sword on the defensive bubble, holding once. He swung again and the forced shattered the barrier, causing her to flew backwards, losing her grip on the Trident. She rolled on the scorched earth as her weapon landed next to her. Desperately, she crawled and grasped the shaft of the Trident, but it was soon pulled out from her fingers.

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Suddenly, the floor beneath him collapsed. No, that wasn't right. It was like the elevator had broken apart, leaving him to fall into the darkness.

The young man flailed in the shadows as he fell into the endless abyss. Desperate to live, he materialized a dagger and stabbed it into the space in front of him, actually stabbing into an unseen wall. Sparks flew as the blade tore through the metallic surface. As he slid down, he eventually landed on the surface and rolled onto his feet in the middle of a bridge…a bridge with an army of soldiers positioned on either side of him.

He looked around. Everywhere, the soldiers had their guns trained on him. Bracing himself for a fight, he called up another light into his hands, creating the daggers. He twisted his body around, and threw them. One dagger struck a soldier in the head, though instead of blood, there was only red sparks, and a cracked faceplate. The second dagger, however, glowed bright blue, and the young man emerged from it, quickly grabbing the dagger that floated in the air behind him, and then struck back against his attackers.

He cut through two soldiers with his daggers before switching weapons. The great sword was now in his hand was he cleaved through more of the armored officers. He then switched the massive blade for a spear before twirling it around and skewering another set of soldiers. The young man turned around and threw a flaming sphere into the air and threw a dagger behind him, causing him to warp further away into the air as the sphere detonated, engulfing the mob in a fiery explosion. He somersaulted in the air before landing on his feet.

Then, the world threw itself on his head. The young man found himself in a hallway...and no worse for wear. His jacket was discarded, smears of soot marred his face and hands, and the upper portion of his shirt was in tatters. Before him stood a mighty beast, its skin dark with a pair of horns sticking out from its head, and an orange mane streaking down its back.

He leaned to the left as the Beast's claws grazed him. The monster then tried to stomp on him using its other paw. He sidestepped and swung his sword underneath its jaw. Blood splattered onto the wall to his right, but it was still alive and enraged. The young man turned around and hurled his sword further away from the beast. He tried to warp to where it landed, but his ability failed for some reason. As a result, the massive beast swatted him with its paw, sending him crashing into the opposing wall.

Close by, the dog barked. The young man shook his head, trying to shake off the dizziness that afflicted him, and then ran after the dog. In front of them was a mirror, reflecting a dog with black fur running at the same time as the white dog, and the blonde woman trailing behind it. Without hesitation, the young man dived forward. The mirror rippled, as if it were water. A cold and wet feeling enveloped the young man. However, such a moment lasted for so long before he found himself back on his feet, steady, and staring down the barrels of several more soldiers. He glared at them, and readied his spear...only for it to fade away into particles of light.

Surprise took over his features, and was forced to quickly avoid the gunfire.

He ran toward the nearest soldier and ripped his assault rifle out of his hands before smacking the other one next to him with the butt of it. He then turned to aim at the incoming group of soldiers and pulled the trigger, letting the bullets fly. He took cover behind a stack of crates and looked above. He aimed and shot the lights illuminating the room above him, casting the enclosed space into darkness.

The battle was moving quickly. Everywhere, the young man was moving around, shooting down the mechanical soldiers while trying to keep himself alive. At one point, the gun was knocked out of his hands, and pinned to the wall with a gun ready to end him. However, he punched the soldier in the face, and then followed up with a kick, disorientating the soldier and ending it with a kick to the head. He took the gun, and then continued to move. However, he soon once again found himself on the defensive, as a giant mech stomped toward him, letting out a stream of bullets. Rockets were flying everywhere, threatening to destroy him if he was not careful.

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That someday, we would see them again...

Perhaps it was nothing more but wishful thinking...

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He quickly moved and took cover behind a large cargo hold. He peered out the side and tried to shoot the giant machine down. But a stray bullet knocked the rifle out of his hands. The white dog then jumped out from the shadows and ran across the battlefield, the massive machination trying to gun it down and stomp on it. The young man came out from his hiding place and took off after the dog.

The mech's attention was focused on the dog. He wouldn't be able to get near it without getting shot, so the best he could do was make sure it was safe. He noticed a nearby crane, and quickly made his way toward it.

He climbed up the metal stairs until he reached the operating deck of the large device. He grabbed the hooked chain on the floor and tossed it at the mech's direction. The hook wrapped itself around one of its arms. As soon as it did, he moved to the set of controls next to him and activated the crane. The mech tried to shoot him down through the device's gaps, but it was already done. The crane reeled the chain in, eventually falling on top of the attacking machine. As soon as the threat was dealt with, the young man raced his way over to the dog. It lied still on its side, its eyes wide open. Fearing the worst, he picked up his pace, only to fall a few meters away when the ground beneath him collapsed.

Then, as he fell, he found himself being pulled back up. He found himself on the dirt, the overwhelming heat causing sweat to drop from his body. He only now noticed that his shirt was completely gone, leaving only his tattered pants. He heard the sounds of growling and snarling. Immediately, he leaped up to his feet and found himself surrounded by giant creatures, all with three heads. Flames burned from their mouths, their fur black as charcoal, and their eyes burning like embers. The young man gritted his teeth, preparing himself for battle...only to realize what he was holding in his hands.

A trident. He also noticed the blood that had stained his chest. His eyes widened. What had happened? One moment he was falling, and now he was here? He then noticed the dog walking past him, strolling about as if not worried about what was happening around it. Thunder flashed by...and as it did, the dog's form changed. No longer was it the small, white puppy that had been seemingly guiding him. Now, it was bigger, the average size of a grown dog, with a dark-skinned body, left with only a few hairs...and cold, burning orange eyes.

Images then flashed by, was if every event that took place was going backwards. However, instead of the white furred dog from before, the dark skinned dog took its place at every point. Its orange eyes glared menacingly at the young man. Said person closed his eyes and shake the sense of dread away. A single hand rested on top of the dog's head as it turned to snarl at the man.

He closed his eyes, shaking his head. He could feel his body aching, and his head ready to split. He threw the trident to the ground, as more images invaded his mind. The blonde-haired girl laid on the ground, her white dress marred with soot and ripped with several tears, and her trident was aimed at her. At first, it was hard to make out the holder of the trident, as shadows covered their body...then he stepped out from the darkness.

It was none other than himself, his cold, orange eyes relishing in his kill.

Lighting flashed again. The girl lay dead at his feet, the white dog not far from her.

Unable to take the madness anymore, the man fell on his knees and wailed in anguish.

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After the long calm, there are beginnings of a stir...

The reunion at hand may bring joy, it may bring fear...

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"...how many must die, before you are satisfied?"

"I have seen many deaths...but now? I am looking forward to one. And then...I can rest."

"He will take responsibility, you know."

"As must we all..."

The light from the crystal faded. Before it, the man closed his eyes, letting out a troubled, worn sigh. He must have been in his late thirties or so, as signs of old age were beginning to show. He was dressed in a simple, yet sharp black suit with faded pinstripes, easily blending in with the dark color. Underneath the jacket, he wore a black dress shirt, complete with a neat tie. At his feet, he wore polished black shoes. His black hair was combed back neatly, though there were a few gray strands here and there. A dark, yet small beard covered his chin, connecting with the thin mustache on his upper lip.

"...it appears you've gazed into the abyss, King Regis," a female voice spoke from behind him. "And the abyss has gazed back." Regis Lucis Caelum, the sovereign king of Lucis, turned to see a young woman standing not far from him, having only now entered the chamber. Her blonde hair fell upon her shoulders, dressed in ornate white robes with golden trims, and a vibrant azure blue mantle placed upon her shoulders. Atop her head was a golden circlet, her eyes bearing wonderful blue colors of intelligence. Placed atop her dome was a silver crown, signifying her status. "What dream has come from the Crystal?"

"...a terrible one," Regis answered solemnly. "One that would promise the safety of this world, and an end to the Starscourge...but it comes at a cost I cannot begin to comprehend."

"Pray tell...what loss is it that gives you pause, Your Majesty?" Sylva Nox Fleuret asked. "The Crystal itself? Your Kingdom? Or...your life?"

Regis' face turned grim. "Worse...my unborn son."

The woman's gaze softened from the answer. For one's child fated to sacrifice themselves for the greater good is a true tragedy.

"The royal family has always been plagued by the curse our ancestors left for us," the king lamented, moving out into a balcony, showing a grand view of Insomnia, the capital of Lucis. The cityscape stretched out far, and beyond it, lands that were promised to be forever protected. Lands that would not be touched. Lands that would be defended. "A curse that still follows us...and now Niflheim wishes to take Lucis, and its crystal." His hands balled into fists. "It is one thing to watch as my people are being threatened by a gluttonous nation...but another thing to learn that my son must die to end this wretched curse." He gritted his teeth. It was taking everything...everything he had, to not call forth his arms and destroy the crystal. "How much more must I suffer as my people suffer?"

The Oracle did not know how to respond to his words.

Eventually, his frustration faded into lament. "Is there nothing I can do?" Regis asked. Who the question was intended for was a mystery. Perhaps for himself, to the Oracle, to the crystal, or perhaps some unseen figure? "Nothing at all?"

Silence was what greeted him. He expected as much. After all, who could hold such answers? Then, Sylvia spoke. "...King Regis...if granted the power to do so, would you take your kingdom, and your child, away from all of this?" Regis turned to her, confusion clear on his face. "Away from this burden? Away from the conflict that will happen?"

"Of course I would," Regis responded, perhaps a bit too hostile. "But this is a kingdom, not some household belonging that can easily be moved."

"That may be...but it is still possible..." She responded calmly.

"What do you mean...?"

Then, Sylvia began to explain to the young king. Ever since Niflheim began its conquest, she had received strange, almost prophetic visions. Visions of a world so vastly different from that of their own. A world where history was left broken and fractured, having become mere remnants of the past. A world where four kingdoms lived in peace. A world free of the haunting reminder of their forebears. A world without Niflheim. A world without the scourge of daemons that threatened the lives of innocent people. Truly, it was a world that brought forth a sense of wondrous euphoria, for while the present was that of an era that had forgotten its history, the future generations were the reminder that they had a past. The more Sylvia spoke of this, the more Regis became enthralled by its promise, yet still remained confused. How could such a world exist? Where was it? Was it perhaps nothing more but fervent dreams? No, these were the dreams born from the Oracle, and such dreams held merit.

"I...do not understand," Regis said. "Why tell me this, Queen Sylvia? What good would come of telling me of a world so far out of reach?"

Sylvia smiled softly, turning to the troubled monarch with a look of assurance. "I tell you this...because it is a world that Lucis can go," she told him, startling the king. "A world where Niflheim cannot reach you."

Regis nearly fell to the floor, feeling his strength being swept away. A world...where Niflheim would not touch them? They could truly go to such a place? "B-but how?" he asked, his voice weak. "We are talking of moving a kingdom. It is the same as uprooting a tree with its roots buried deep to the earth."

"It may be a difficult task, but not at all impossible...with the power of the Crystal..." She answered.

Regis turned to look at the Crystal. Even now, it still shined softly, giving an almost ephemeral glow that couldn't ever be hoped to be replicated. His heart was leaping at the prospect of a safehaven...but given his responsibilities, even he knew that before such a thing could come to pass, he must first hear the wishes of everyone. "...I shall inform the council," he said carefully. "And then inform the public. I can only hope this decision can truly bring us away from this terrible conflict."

"It can, Your Majesty," Sylvia told him. "Have faith, Regis...have faith."

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But let us embrace, whatever it may bring...

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As per Regis' orders, the Council had allowed news of this recent development to be released to the public. News of a new world, one free from the threat of Niflheim, of daemons, and of stray monsters had spread quickly, like wildfire. It covered Insomnia in less than a day, and then spread to the neighboring territories. It quickly grew faster, reaching from every region under Lucis' watchful eye. Duscae became the focal point where information distributed, and soon, in less than a week, the news had traveled all the way to the kingdom's borders.

The revelation of such a change sparked various reactions from the public. From joy, to sorrow, to fear, to skepticism, everything.

The effects even spread to the Crownsguard, the Hunters, and Kingsglaive.

However, as the people grew to ponder this, news of Niflheim's approach grew ever close.

The public stirred uneasily. Their enemy was nearing their borders.

And so, the public, including the military, Crownsguard, and the Glaive, had chosen to support the decision. The threat of Niflheim...of them conquering and taking their homes was too much. Regis, for his part, was worried if not all the territories would be taken, but the Queen of Tenebrae had informed him that all territories of Lucis would join Insomnia.

Thus, the King made his decision.

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"...the public has supported the decision, Your Majesty," one of Regis' closest friends, Clarus Amicitia, said as he stood beside him in front of the Crystal. "However...just to be sure, will this world truly give us the peace we seek?"

Regis sighed. "I can only hope, my friend." He then placed his hand against the Crystal. The ring on his finger, which contained the souls of the Lucii, began to glow brilliantly. In tandem, the Crystal shined ever brighter. Light poured out from the crystal, flowing out into the world. It felt Regis' will, the desire and need to bring his kingdom to a new home, a home where they would be safe from the dangers that ravaged them ever so closely. Within the Crystal, he felt IT begin to stir. IT too sensed Regis' will. For a moment, fear began to surface in his heart. Would IT be displeased with him? ITs thinking was so radically different from that of a human. After all, IT was something so much greater...so much more.

However, to his relief, IT agreed with Regis' decision. The Crystal's shine grew ever brighter. Soon, it's light seeped upward, forming into a great pillar. Behind the king, Sylvia clasped her hands, bowing her head as if in prayer, as a golden glow began to dance around her.

The pillar then expanded outward, everyone and everything within its path became bathed with its blinding radiance.

Eventually, the pillar of light soon consumed the entirety of Lucis. To the approaching Niflheim forces, it would be as if a gigantic light had swallowed up the entire kingdom. The flagship fleet, led by one Iedolas Aldercapt, could only look on with anxiety and confusion. "What is going on?" Aldercapt demanded, clearly not understanding what was happening. "What is this light?!" Eventually, the light faded away from view. It left only the world before them, their new lands to conquer and take. The first country they had taken would be Tenebrae's territories, which were far too easy. They assumed that the Lucii territories would be just as easy.

However...what they saw left all speechless.

There were no lands to be found. Not a shred of earth. There were no glorious cities or towns to be conquered. No roads that would all lead to Insomnia the illustrious capital where the Crystal laid in wait to be taken. There were no grasslands that held their famed wonders or beasts. There, before them...was only the crystalline ocean, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The Kingdom of Lucis had vanished from the face of Eos.

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For they are coming back...

At last, the promise has been made.

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Final Fantasy XV x RWBY Crossover

"Of Crystal Shards and Dust"

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Chapter 1: The Kingdom that Came from Another World

It had been so sudden. There was not a single sign of it happening before. The day was average. The sky a brilliant azure. The white boards soaring overhead. The people going about their business. Everything was perfectly normal...and then a golden light pierced from the heavens, seen from far away. The Four Kingdoms of Vale, Mistral, Vacuo and Atlas had seen it all. While the light was far away, it was incredibly hard to miss such a grand sight. Everyone did not know what it meant, nor could they understand it. It was still alarming.

And thus, for that reason, six individuals had been tasked with investigating it. Five were from Vale's Beacon Academy, while the sixth was Atlas' own General, having been newly appointed around a good six months ago. However, of the six, four were only teenagers.

Those four were students at one of the four Huntsman academies in Remnant: Beacon Academy in the Kingdom of Vale. These four young individuals composed the strongest team of their year.

Team STRQ.

The first of the four was a boy with short messy blonde hair with two strands sticking out from the top of his head, bearing blue eyes. He wore brown cargo pants with a dark brown belt, black shoes, a orange bandana on his left arm, and a brown leather vest over a tan dress shirt with the right sleeve cut off. For armor, he wore a metal spaulder, leather vambrace, and a brown fingerless glove, all on his right arm. His name was Taiyang Xiao Long.

The second was another male, a teen with black spiky hair and red eyes with a red, tattered cloak and he wore a gray dress shirt with a long tail, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. He also wore a ring on his right index finger, two other rings on his right fourth finger, and a necklace with a crooked cross-shaped pendant. Strapped to his back was a large metal blade. His name was Qrow Branwen.

The third was a girl who shared similar features to the second boy. She had long black hair, with the fringe coming down to the brows of her eyes, and deep red eyes. She wore a shallow cut black dress, five necklaces with an assortment of beads, a red girdle-belt, and a pair of matching gauntlets. An object that looked to be made from feathers hanged from the right side of her skirt. She also wore detached black leggings with a red splatter pattern, and black leather boots beneath them. At her hip was a large sheathe, and extruding from it a slim hilt, which was much smaller than the size of the sheathe. Her name was Raven Branwen, Qrow's twin sister.

The fourth was the shortest of the bunch. Most of her form was covered by a white cloak, with the hood drawn over her head. Beneath the hood was black hair with red tips, and lustrous silver eyes. Underneath the cloak, she wore a black shirt and skirt with frills underneath, colored white in contrast to the black. Her name was Summer Rose, the leader of Team STRQ.

They all stared out the window of the highest tower of Beacon, their attention focused on the pillar of light off in the distance. The room they were in also happened to be the Headmaster's office, who was also staring at the sudden phenomenon.

He was a tall, middle aged man with tousled silver hair and brown eyes. He had a light complexion and sharp facial features. A pair of shaded spectacles rested on the bridge of his nose. A cross-shaped pin was fastened on the green cowl around his neck. His outfit consisted of an unzipped black suit over a buttoned vest and a green shirt. He also wore black trouser shoes and long, dark green pants. In his left hand was a white coffee mug with the Beacon Academy insignia of two axes crossed together within a circle decorated by a leaf on each axe handle. In his right hand was a long cane. The handle was silver and embellished with a pattern and had a knuckle guard that reaches to the bottom of the handle. The larger area of the handle's base contained small, gold-colored gears. The shaft of the cane had a gray-black coloration and appeared to be square in shape.

His name was Ozpin, the Headmaster of Beacon Academy.

Beside him was another man, the General from Atlas. He wore a white overcoat, with a gray undercoat, black sweater, a red necktie, and a white glove on his right hand. His suit pants shared the same color as his overcoat and were tucked into silver boots accented in gray. His hair was black, with some silver and gray areas, while his eyebrows are solid black. He had a strip of silver metal above his right eyebrow.

He was James Ironwood.

He had arrived from Atlas at the request of Ozpin to help investigate this matter.

"So, let me guess," Qrow said sarcastically. "We're totally not here because of the big light shining outside the window, huh?"

His sister, Raven, elbowed him in the ribs for the remark. "Quiet, Qrow."

"Ow! I was just asking..."

Summer ignored her teammate and stepped forward. "So, what's the story?" she asked softly. "Do we know what's doing that?"

"Unfortunately, no," Ozpin replied. "That light continues to shine, even after an hour has passed, and in that hour, we have learned absolutely nothing from it."

"As far as we can tell," Ironwood continued. "It doesn't appear to be doing anything that is otherwise harmful. In fact, it seems to cover a large portion of the ocean, a few hundred kilometers off the coast of Menagerie."

Taiyang raised an eyebrow. "Menagerie?" he questioned. "That's where most of the Faunus are, right?"

"Correct," the Headmaster nodded. "Still, until we gather more information, we'll simply just have to watch, though once we've gathered sufficient intel, the four of you will investigate what's causing that light."

"Really?" Summer asked. "Us? N-not that I'm saying that we wouldn't do it because we totally would but...why us?"

"The better question is, why not?" the man smiled. "True, you may be only second-years, fresh out of the year I might add, but you are still the best team we have. Your track record speaks for itself."

"Really?!" Summer smiled with stars in her eyes. Their team was the best out of the whole school? Amazing!

Raven chuckled. patting the girl on the head. "Down, girl."

"So, what do we know?" Qrow asked, placing his hands behind his head, seemingly bored. "Other than that it came out of freaking nowhere?"

"That is still under investigation." Ironwood answered. "As we speak, I have my soldiers on standby around the pillar to observe any changes."

"In other words," the teen chuckled. "We don't know jack shit."

Ironwood narrowed his eyes. "Now, see here, Mr. Branwen-"

"Uh...guys?" Taiyang called out, earning everyone's attention. "I...could be wrong, but it was sunny out, right?"

Raven frowned. "Yeah, why..." she trailed off as she looked out the window...and then understood her answer. Everyone followed their gazes, and even they understood. It had indeed been sunny out, with the weather forecast calling for no rain at all this week. The temperatures would have been just right for an outdoor picnic if any were in the mood.

However, the sky was dark and gray. The cracking of thunder boomed quietly, so they hadn't noticed it before. However, as they turned, it became more noticeable, as flashes shocked by, creating loud cracks enough to scare anyone.

"What the hell?" Qrow shouted, running towards the window. "When did this storm show up?!"

"Forget the storm!" Taiyang rebuked. "Tell me why there's freaking tornados of water out there!"

"Say what?!" Summer questioned as she rushed up to the window and pressed her palms against the glass. Just as her team mate said, spiraling pillars of water surged through the air not just around from the faraway ocean, but even inland as well!

Ozpin and Ironwood were both staring in absolute shock, as if unable to fully comprehend what was happening. Then, Ironwood's scroll began to vibrate. Scowling, he took it out, and pressed it to his ear. "Tell me what's happening!"

"I-I don't know, sir!" the scout reported, panicked. "B-but there's...there's icebergs out on the coast of Vacuo!"

Ozpin's eyes widened. "Vacuo?" he questioned. "How? That place is nothing but hot air and desert! They haven't experienced any sort of winter within the last hundred years!"

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"This is inexcusable...how dare that wretched king wake me and throw me into this place?! I shall drown him where he stands!"

"Calm thyself, Leviathan...'tis not the monarch's blunder that we hath found ourselves here in these strange lands."

"How curious...it would be understandable, were it only Titan who resides in Duscae, along with Ramuh...but why us?"

"INDEED...HOWEVER, THESE LANDS ARE STRANGE. I FEEL A DARKNESS LURKING WITHIN THE EARTH...IT IS NOT AS PUTRID OR AS DARK AS THE ACCURSED...BUT IT IS MOST UNPLEASANT."

"I feel Ifrit's presence here as well...have all of the Six been gathered?"

"...that is correct, Shiva. I have allowed Regis Lucis Caelum to use the Crystal, and bring the kingdom of Lucis to this world known as Remnant."

"What for?! Explain yourself, Bahamut, lest I drown you with the rest of these miserable specs!"

"ENOUGH BICKERING. LET BAHAMUT SPEAK, LEVIATHAN, LEST YOU REMEMBER THAT EARTH AND STONE CAN HURT WATER JUST AS MUCH AS ICE."

"Titan...you miserable-"

"Enough."

The Draconian cut the conversation to a halt with a single word. At once, the squabble ceased.

"As Titan has observed...the Accursed and the Starscourge have not touch this world. By all rights, King Regis has averted the destiny that would have befallen Noctis Lucis Caelum."

"Ah...so the king has chosen to fight against the fate of his son."

"IN DOING SO, HE HAS ABANDONED EOS, LEAVING THEM TO THE STARSCOURGE..."

"Hmph...good riddance. Those specs did not deserve to be saved."

"Why dost thou despise humanity so, Leviathan? Hast they wronged thou in some manner?"

"Of course! Those fools are all hungry for power! Their greed is insatiable! Their arrogance knows no bounds!"

"...YOU ARE SPEAKING OF HUMANS WHO HAVE SUCCUMBED TO THE DARKNESS THAT SLUMBERS IN ALL LIVING CREATURES. YOU CANNOT LABEL ALL OF HUMANITY IN SUCH A MANNER."

"Indeed...if anything, you are beginning to sound like Ifrit."

"Y-you...! You dare compare to that traitor, Shiva?!"

"Enough of this tomfoolery! Let thy Draconian Lord speak, lest I call upon mine Judgement Bolt to bring sense to thy addle thoughts!"

"Che..."

"...while it is true, in that Regis Lucis Caelum has forsaken Eos...the fate of the Chosen King has yet to be determined."

The rest of the Hexeans quieted down to let their leader speak. "Due to his and the Oracle's decision, the path of his future has been rewritten."

"...I SEE..."

"Will his path the end the same as fate had once decreed?"

"I am not omnipotent, Shiva...I know not where his fate shall lead now. However, fate still decrees Noctis Lucis Caelum as the Chosen King. Thus, I have permitted this action. The Crystal is the binding force between Eos and the Astral Realm...and now, we reside in this world that has so long ago forgotten its history. We must make the most of it. You all may do as you please...however, do not cause trouble. I do not wish for another Ifrit to be born into this world."

"UNDERSTOOD, BAHAMUT."

"As thou decrees."

"As you wish, Draconian."

"Hmph..."

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"Storms, water tornados, glaciers, and now fucking earth spires?" Qrow asked, scratching his head. "You'd think the world was coming to an end!"

Ironwood's features were stern and serious as he stared at the pillar of light. "Oz...I don't think we have anymore time to sit around and wait."

"For once, I agree with you," Ozpin nodded, surprising the man. "Waiting is all well and good...but I believe action is what is best for now."

"Then let us go." Ironwood typed in a command on his scroll. He got a response not even two seconds later. "I have a ship ready for us. If everyone is prepared, we best leave now."

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Nyx Ulric was nervous. Hell, everyone in the Kingsglaive was.

Why wouldn't they be? They were all in uncharted territory now. The entire Kingdom of Lucis had just been transported from Eos into an unknown world.

"Good fucking GOD that was weird!" Crowe Altius said, giving herself a checkover to see if she was okay. "I thought Warping was something, but that? That was-ugh, I feel like I'm about to barf."

"Sorry, Crowe, but someone's already beaten ya to that one," Libertus Ostium chuckled, pointing over to one of their fellow members, who was currently in the process of vomiting. "Oi, Tredd! How's your stomach!"

The light brown-haired teen gave the man a glare. "F-fuck you!" he said before resuming heaving up his lunch.

"You know, we probably shouldn't have eaten before we came here...then we wouldn't have to clean up the mess." Libertus spoke thoughtfully.

Nyx chuckled. 'Yeah, probably should have,' he thought. He had spent only two years as a Glaive, and yet never once did he ever imagine his life turning out like this. He could still hardly believe it...a world unlike their own, one without Niflheim or Crystals or whatever. A peaceful world...though they all knew that they shouldn't call it that until they confirmed what this world was like. He gave a glance to his comrades. Libertus was slightly pudgy, but that didn't work against him. In fact, Nyx was sure that was muscle fat and not actual fat. He had once seen the man lift a baby behemoth over his shoulder like it was nothing, despite them being around the same age. His brown hair was slightly unkempt and messy, with the right side above his ear slightly shaven, leaving only the braids. Crowe was a beautiful girl, he was willing to admit that, but he dared not say it aloud lest Libertus punch him. Her dark hair was tied back slightly into a small bundle, though her bangs framed her face perfectly. Unlike the other Glaives, a cape hung around her shoulders, mainly due to her being more geared towards Magic, and therefore, considered apart of the Mage Unit. Tredd was around Nyx's age, with most of his hair sticking up.

Nyx himself didn't consider himself shabby. Like the other Glaives, he wore the standard uniform, but his was customized with a silver horn on its hood, purple ribbons on its back, and pelts of blue-gray fur on its left sleeve. His hair was swept back as he preferred it, with the hairline coming down to the nape of the neck.

"So, Libertus," he called out to his childhood friend, looking out on the horizon. They were currently at one of the outposts, standing near the Galdin Quay, a luxurious restaurant with a dock standing out at the edge. "What do you think? Whole new world now...still can't believe it."

"Neither can I, Nyx." The man shook his head with a smile. "Honestly, I'm excited and terrified outta my wits."

Crowe giggled. "Well, I don't blame you," she confessed as she stared out at the ocean. "Look at it all...it's just like the one we're used to staring at...but I don't see that weird-ass rock anymore, or feel all that tension. Hell, I'm waiting for a Nif to just show up out on the horizon."

"Don't blame you," Tredd said as he wiped the remains of his vomit. "Still, are we even sure this was the best thing to do?"

"Well, which would you prefer?" Nyx asked back hotly. "Go to war with the Nifs and get our asses kicked, or leave? Personally, I'm glad the King made this decision. True, some might see us as cowards, but you know what? At least we still have our homes!"

"Yeah, and abandoning the rest of Eos in the process..." Tredd rebutted.

Crowe growled. "Why you son of a...!"

"Knock it off!" Libertus shouted. "Okay, so we abandoned Eos, but so what?! The King may be a coward, but at least we still have our homes! If Niflheim had attacked, think about what could have happened!"

Tredd opened his mouth to speak, but any rebuttal died in his throat. As much as he hated to admit it, he was right...

They all knew what could have happened. Niflheim would have taken the territories one by one, taken their homes away from them. The thought of it terrified the hell out of them, especially when reports that Niflheim grew closer and closer. "H-hey, let's not go fighting among ourselves," Pelna Khara said, trying to placate them. He was a few years younger than the rest of them, possessing light brown skin and somewhat messy black hair. "We're supposed to be keeping a lookout in case someone from this world tries to make contact with us."

"In that case," Luche Lazarus spoke up, having been absent from the conversation. He had neatly combed brown hair, which was slicked back to provide a sense of intelligence, and his eyes narrowed. "I think we better call it in." The group turned, and found something moving towards them in the distance. "Get Commander Titus. Tell him we've got company."

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"...um, has that always been there?"

"No," Raven said, still as confused and awed as the rest of them. "No it has not."

The six individuals could only gape in amazement at what they were seeing. A completely new landmass...nay, a completely new KINGDOM...right in the middle of the ocean. They knew for sure that place didn't exist before. Did the pillar of light have something to do with it?

"Tai, pinch me," Qrow whispered. "Cause I think I might have had someone slip me a roofie."

"You're not dreaming, Qrow," Taiyang said, equally as amazed. "This is...holy crap! H-how long has this place been here? H-how did we not even notice it?"

Ozpin hummed thoughtfully, placing a hand to his chin. "Certainly intriguing. Once that light dissipated, not only do the strange weather phenomenon and spires vanish without a trace, but now a new land has suddenly appeared, almost as if out of nowhere." He turned to look at James, who was completely stupefied. "What do you think, James?"

"...I believe this to be an unbelievable phenomenon..." The General answered. "Oz, entire land masses don't just appear in the span of hours, let alone an entire civilization on top of them. This defies all laws of physics. It's just not possible..."

"And yet, here it is," the Headmaster smiled. "Now, the question remains...what kind of Kingdom do you think its?"

Before Ironwood could answer, the pilot called out to the General. "General Ironwood, we have radio contact," he shouted. "They're wishing to speak with whoever is in charge. Should we respond?"

The pilot nodded, and then patched the communications through. "My name is James Ironwood, General of the Altesian Military," James spoke clearly. "With me is Ozpin, Headmaster of the Huntsman Academy Beacon. May I ask who we are speaking to?"

"Titus Drautos, Commander of the Kingsglaive," the voice responded. "You are currently entering Lucian airspace. State your business."

"Kingsglaive?" Summer parroted. "Lucian?"

She did not know these terms. Who are these guys? She looked to her team mates for answers, but they didn't know any more than her.

Ironwood and Ozpin also looked confused, but they instead focused on the question placed before them. "We've come to investigate the strange phenomenon here in this area," Ozpin said. "Imagine our surprise, though, when a continent suddenly appears out of thin air. Pardon if this sounds presumptuous, but may we speak with you? Face to face, preferably?"

The radio was silent for a while. Soon, it came back crackling to life. "...Very well. But be aware that we still have no reason to trust you. I kindly ask you to abide by our instructions."

"Fair enough."

"Very well. We'll set up a guiding beacon for you."

With that, communications ended. Shortly afterwards, blue flares danced up into the air.

"I take it that's our signal to land." Qrow said.

Summer let out a nervous sigh. "Oh god, I'm nervous. W-what if we leave a bad first impression?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," Raven told her as she folded her arms. "Although...we should be ready for a fight, just in case."

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"Contact?" Regis said with large eyes. "Already?"

Clarus nodded. "Indeed, Your Majesty," he responded. "Apparently, the individuals in question are Ozpin and James Ironwood, the latter of which calls himself a general of the Altesian Military, while Ozpin is apparently the headmaster of a school. Going by context, his school may train individuals not unlike the Kingsglaive, or the Hunters."

"I see." The King rested his chin in his hand in thought. If that were the case, then this world must be facing its own threat of some sort.

One can only hope it wasn't another war, or perhaps beasts on par with that of the daemons. He turned to his friend, and gave him a nod. "Inform Titus to bring our guests here. I would like to speak with them personally."

"With all due respect, Regis, are you sure that's wise?" Clarus asked cautiously. "We know nothing of these people."

"And neither do they. We are strangers who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere to them, just as much as they are to us. We already had one enemy, and I do not want another."

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When the Bulkhead landed, Ozpin and Qrow were greeted by individuals garbed in black attire and silver masks over their faces. The man who they assumed to be Titus stood in front of them. He was actually quite young, possibly in his early twenties or so, with short and rugged black hair, and signs of small facial hair growing along his chin. A small thin line, likely a scar, ran across from his cheek to the bridge of his nose. Unlike the black-clad individuals, he wore a pale red tunic with a black cape over it, mostly covering his left side, and black pants with heavy boots. "General Ironwood," he greeted. "Headmaster Ozpin...welcome to Lucis."

"It is a pleasure for you to have us, Commander." Ozpin greeted amiably, extending his hand out.

Titus smiled somewhat, taking hands with the man. Both noted how tense, yet also how worn they were. He then took notice of the four students behind Ozpin. "I take it these four are your students?"

Summer smiled as she bowed respectfully. "Summer Rose, leader of Team STRQ," she introduced. "I-it's a pleasure."

Libertus leaned over to Nyx, whispering to his friend. "Are you seeing this?" he asked. "They're a bunch of kids!"

"Like we aren't?" Nyx responded. "After all, so long as you know how to fight, and if your willing, even someone at the age of 13 can join the Glaive."

"I know that, but still...!"

"Sorry to make introductions short," Titus said. "However, His Majesty wishes to speak with the two of you."

That caught Ozpin and James by surprise. Majesty? They had a monarch? "I see," Ozpin said quickly, not wanting to show surprise. "Well, lead the way, Mr. Drautos."

Titus nodded, then turned to Nyx. "Ulric, you and your team take Mr. Ozpin's students back with you," he instructed. "The General and the Headmaster will be with me and Luche."

"Understood," Nyx nodded. The group then moved over to the cars waiting for them. Crowe, Pelna, and Libertus joined with him as Team STRQ trailed behind them. He propped open the doors leading into the back, and bowed. "Ladies first."

Summer giggled. "A gentleman," she said before looking at Qrow. "You could learn a thing or two from him, Qrow."

"Oi!"

Libertus blinked. "Wait, your name's crow?" he asked before grinning. "What do you know? One of our friend's name is Crowe too!"

"Really? Wow, what a coincidence. Is he also a sarcastic bastard like ours?" Taiyang asked.

"Hey!"

"SHE...is standing right next to me." Nyx pointed a thumb over to the aforementioned girl.

Crowe smirked. "Sup?"

"Oh...uh...I'm sorry..." The blonde apologized. Qrow smacks him from behind the head.

"She gets an apology, and you call me a sarcastic bastard?"

Raven smirked at him. "Well, it's technically true."

"Et tu, my dear sister?" the male twin groaned. "Et tu?"

Crowe laughed. "Well, I'd like to think I'm sarcastic," she said as she hopped into the van with Summer. "And before any of you boys say anything...do keep in mind I own a knife collection." Taiyang and Qrow couldn't help but shiver with the way she glared at them as she said that. It was almost like the look their history professor gave them when she was seriously pissed off...which was pretty much everyday. Regardless, they soon hopped inside the van.

The cars' engines roared to life, and immediately began to move.

As they drove, the young Glaives decided to strike up conversation with the four students.

"So...you guys are warriors in training or something?" Libertus asked.

"Something like that," Taiyang shrugged. "We're training to become Huntsmen."

Nyx raised an eyebrow. "Huntsman?" he asked. "So, like a Hunter?"

"Hunters?" Summer questioned. "Well, I used they're sorta similar. But what are Hunters to you four?"

"Basically jack of all trades that go around hunting monsters that roam around," Pelna said. "Speaking of that, what kind of nasty pests do you got? We've got things of all shapes and sizes."

"Well, we have monsters called Grimm, and they pretty much come in all shapes and sizes too." Qrow answered.

"Grimm?"

Summer nodded. "Yeah...nobody knows much about them, other than that they pretty much hate any living creature they come across. That's where we come in!" A proud smile graced her features. "It's why we Huntress and Huntsmen exist! To protect our kingdoms and everyone in them!"

"Heh," Libertus grinned. "Doesn't sound too different from us Glaives!"

"Yeah!" Nyx nodded as he made a right turn. "We protect Lucis and its inhabitants, and take out monsters."

"Doesn't sound like much difference then," Tai chuckled. "So, what kind of monsters do you guys got?"

"Well, we've got this freaking ugly mofo called a Behemoth..."

"And these slithery creeps called Nagas." Crowe added.

"Don't forget the Saber Tusks!" Pelna interjected. "Nasty buggers are freaking everywhere!"

"And there's a monster that's half-bird, half-monster, and half-airship." Libertus described.

"...you realize that's three halves..." Raven commented.

"Wow, you guys have a variety of monsters..." Taiyang stated in amazement.

Nyx chuckled. "Yeah, well...let's just say the wildlife is something we're used to." He did grimace, thinking about the monsters used by the Empire, and also the damnable creatures that emerged during the night. "Anyway, it'll be a while before we hit Insomnia, so...who wants to swap stories?"

"Ooh! Oh! Me! I do! I do!" Summer raised her hand high with a chipper smile.

Libertus chuckled. "She's a real chipper one, isn't she?"

"You have noooo idea," Taiyang laughed.

From there on, during the whole ride, Nyx and his team traded stories with those of Team STRQ. For the students, it was the missions they had been assigned, as well as the occasional class drama. The most interesting one was Qrow Branwen's apparent refusal to dress in uniform, and thus was somehow tricked (*cough* "Willingly!" *cough*) by Taiyang and two other students, Port and Oobleck, and wore a skirt, effectively showing off his legs...and he had absolutely no shame. Needless to say, both parties laughed while Qrow was growling and pouting. For the young soldiers, it was tales out on the front lines, defending Lucis from any monsters of Niflheim soldiers who tried to invade their borders. They explained their situation; that they were from another world, and were in possession of the last crystal, and through it, the King, Regis Lucis Caelum, had protected his Kingdom. The group was naturally shocked to learn this, and as the Glaive had expected, they didn't initially believe them. It was hard to, after all, for who had ever heard of another world? However, as they told more and more stories, they soon began to believe them.

"Damn," Qrow said somberly. "So it was either go to war with guys who pretty much dominated the world, or turn tail and leave...I'd call your King a coward, but he's smarter than most."

Raven nodded. "There's a difference between foolhardiness and being smart. In my opinion, the King made the correct decision. From the sound of it, Niflheim, technology wise, had you outgunned."

"You don't know the half of it..." Nyx shook his head as he stopped at a red light. "If we went to war, we would've lost our homes to the Nifs."

Summer bit her lip. "B-but...aren't you said? L-leaving this Eos place, I mean?"

"We're...still trying to cope with that," Crowe admitted. "But, at least we have our homes, and our family."

Qrow shrugged at this. "Well, least you know what's important," he said before he realized something. "Wait a sec...how old are you guys?"

"Pelna's 14," Nyx answered. The light turned green and he drove onward. "The rest of us are 15. There's a couple of the guys in the Glaive who are 16 and 18 too."

"THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DRIVING?!" Taiyang shouted, now suddenly fearing for his life despite the smooth drive.

Libertus cackled. "Hey, if you're old enough to fight...then you're fucking old enough to drive and drink!"

"Wait, you guys drink?! That's not good!" Summer shouted.

"...Suddenly I don't feel as safe now..." The blonde was now gripping his seat in terror. His fear was proven as Nyx had to make a sharp turn to avoid the cat crossing the road.

Raven, however, was laughing. "Oh, I like you guys."

"Thanks. The feeling's mutual." Crowe smiled.

"Oh dear god," Qrow whimpered. "Raven's found someone she can relate to. We are so fucking screwed."

Pelna chuckled, liking the atmosphere. It was very nice, and everyone was being civil. That said, however, he knew better than to hope it would always be like this. These were just the first people they've met. There were many more dialogues and introductions to come, but he could at least be hopeful. He looked out the window, and smiled widely. "We're home!"

Team STRQ stopped their own activities, and looked out the windows. What they say took their breath away.

If they thought Beacon was impressive before, then the campus back home has nothing on the sight they seeing right now.

Everywhere they looked, they saw crowded busy streets, tall buildings that almost appeared to be made of silver. There were several towering skyscrapers, making look almost surreal and beautiful, especially with the brilliant azure sky hanging overhead. Truly, the sights they saw were far beyond anything that could compare to whatever they had seen. Eventually, the cars pulled up in front of a large building, taller and far grander than even that of their school. Waiting for them at the steps was a man with dark hair and a beard growing on his face, bearing an already aging face, and dressed in a fine black suit with faded pinstripes. Beside him stood a man with thinning white hair, and a white beard growing on his face as well, though he was dressed in ornate white robes. The cars then parked right at the front. "Everybody out!" Nyx said. Everyone then removed themselves from the car, stepping out into the Kingdom of Lucis' capital city of Insomnia. "Ladies and gents, welcome to Insomnia."

"Insomnia...like the sleep condition?" Summer tilted her head in confusion.

"Yep." Libertus nodded.

Ironwood and Ozpin, who had been Titus, vacated the car in front of Nyx's. As they did so, the man approached. "I hope the drive here wasn't too rough," he said. "Nor was there any trouble."

"Oh no, nothing of the sort," Ozpin assured. "I assume your King Regis?"

The man smiled, and nodded. "Regis Lucis Caelum, at your service. I take it you are Sir Ozpin?"

"That is indeed correct." He then turned to his companion. "And this here is General James Ironwood of the Atlesian army."

"It is an honor to meet you, you're majesty." Ironwood extended a hand in greeting.

Regis took his hand, and immediately noted how it seemed...cold, almost rough. "I believe we have much to discuss, gentlemen," he said, gesturing to the building. "Well then, shall we?"

"We appreciate you taking the time to speak with us, you're majesty." Ozpin bowed his head respectfully.

Regis waved a hand. "It's quite alright." With that, the three men went up the steps, and entered the building. Titus followed behind them alongside the white-robed man, thus leaving only the Kingsglaive and Team STRQ.

"Sooooo..." Qrow drawled. "What now?"

"Well… since you guys are here...why not a tour of Insomnia?" Nyx offered.

Summer's eyes sparked. "Ooooh, really?!" she squealed. "I wonder if they have any weapon shops?!"

"Sum," Qrow sighed, shaking his head in amusement. "Not everything is about weapons."

"Says you! To me, weapons are my life!"

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Chapter: END

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Next Time: Remnant